For Mystic: Her favourite poem.
Because she would ask me why I loved her
by Christopher Brennan (1870-1932)
If questioning would make us wise
No eyes would ever gaze in eyes;
If all our tale were told in speech
No mouths would wander each to each.
Were spirits free from mortal mesh
And love not bound in hearts of flesh
No aching breasts would yearn to meet
And find their ecstasy complete.
For who …
I am still working through the requests from my ‘Dommes don’t speak, they rawwwr’ post (you didn’t think I’d forgotten did you?!).
This is a reading of The couch, a gentle and incredibly sweet scenario I wrote about quite a while ago.
This recording courtesy of a request by:
This is another request from my ‘Dommes don’t speak, they rawwwr’ post by Peroxide, who doesn’t even really like poetry, but requested that I read Sonnet XI, by Pablo Neruda, which I have posted previously.
I love quite a few of Neruda’s poems; his passion and beautiful turn of phrase is compelling.
Sonnet XI, by Pablo Neruda
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through …
In this post, I fulfilled a couple of other reader requests from my ‘Dommes don’t speak, they raawwwrr‘ post who wanted to hear me telling them what to do, all stern-like.
This was surprisingly difficult.
With the first one, to make it interesting, I had to kind of set up the entire scenario. In real life, I’d be much more likely just to go, “Go and do the chores, boy” and expect him …
You asked for it, you got it!!
In this recording are some of the requests from my ‘Dommes don’t speak, they rawwwr’ post.
There is silliness and laughing and someone who might be me sounding very much like a Crocodile Dundee reject.
The recording contains requests from:
– DumbDomme, Tom Allen
– # [Hash]
The other requests are coming soon, in a blog …
I have done an audio reading before, and kept intending to do more and just never got around to it.
Given I just wrote about reading this one as a bedtime story, I thought I would record it (see how that works? I am triple-dipping on that post!! This is what pure laziness looks like, people!).
If you like it and want to hear more, then encourage me with flattery and champagne …
I have been considering doing a reading on the blog for some time, so here it is.
It is this post: Crash.
It is a single, first take with mistakes and all, plus the ambiance of neighbourhood sounds (welcome to my home!)… This absolutely and definitively proves that Australians do NOT have an accent…
If you find it enjoyable and you are interested in hearing more, then comment wildly and with enthusiasm.…